My Dream is to Get My Own House - Chapter 46

Episode 46

 

 

 

Fortunately, the word “IMG” itself became a big hint.

 

 

 

< IMG SRC = “coordinates of the corresponding image” >.

 

 

 

It was the basic code.

 

 

 

The problem was the ‘coordinates’ that needed to be inserted inside those double quotation marks.

 

 

 

“Just the positional coordinates of ‘Sangermane Nursery’ should be enough, right?”

 

 

 

I was thinking that way and jotting down notes.

 

 

 

Helic and Claude stared at me with their mouths wide open.

 

 

 

“…What’s, what’s going on?”

 

 

 

[Are you a genius? How did you write the letter in the middle?]

 

 

 

“Just… however I wanted?”

 

 

 

Helic’s eyes were filled with admiration.

 

 

 

“With the test earlier and all, you really, truly are a genius.”

 

 

 

Claude, too, put his hand on my face as if overwhelmed.

 

 

 

“Now we just need to know where ‘Sangermane Nursery’ is located.”

 

 

 

Finding the location of Sangermane Nursery and calculating the coordinates was Claude’s responsibility.

 

 

 

I only knew the magic formula.

 

 

 

I didn’t know how to calculate the coordinates of a location.

 

 

 

“Well then, I’ll be on my way.”

 

 

 

[Where are you going? We need to find the location of ‘Sangermane Nursery’.]

 

 

 

“I should go and attend the initiation ceremony as an apprentice magician.”

 

 

 

I am the youngest in the Magic Tower, just coming from the entrance exam.

 

 

 

[What will you do after the initiation ceremony?]

 

 

 

“I’ll have to find the terrorists in the Magic Tower.”

 

 

 

[Oh?]

 

 

 

“We might not have identified all the terrorist groups yet.”

 

 

 

The Crimson Castle was a persistent terrorist group.

 

 

 

They were not the kind of people to give up on terrorizing the Magic Tower.

 

 

 

Claude tilted his head and responded to my words.

 

 

 

“Got it. Then start with this. These are the apprentice magicians who will be your assistants.”

 

 

 

I took the list he handed me nonchalantly.

 

 

 

But as I glanced at the list, a familiar name caught my eye.

 

 

 

<Ada Narsi: 4th Circle Magician. Wind Magic Major>

 

 

 

Ada Narsi.

 

 

 

To suddenly see that name here.

 

 

 

I was genuinely delighted.

 

 

 

“Hehehe…”

 

 

 

When I laughed menacingly, Claude asked with a bewildered expression.

 

 

 

“Hey, why are you like that? Why did your eyes suddenly change?”

 

 

 

Why did my eyes change?

 

 

 

In the past, I had briefly transferred from the Magical Device Task Force to the Complaints Team.

 

 

 

“Aren’t you going to greet me? How arrogant.”

 

 

 

“I apologize. What brings you here?”

 

 

 

“Magical devices.”

 

 

 

“Yes? What specific task is it?”

 

 

 

“I came to borrow magical devices.”

 

 

 

“I’m sorry, but exporting magical devices from the palace is legally prohibited-“

 

 

 

“Ah, just do it for me!”

 

 

 

“It’s legally impossible.”

 

 

 

“Why not! Just lend me a magical device! They do it everywhere else!”

 

 

 

“It’s not possible here.”

 

 

 

“You… where do you think you are? Do you know who I am? I’m a 1st Circle!”

 

 

 

“Calm down and please leave.”

 

 

 

“Hey! Do you know who I am?”

 

 

 

“I don’t know.”

 

 

 

“Instead of calling your subordinates, call your superiors! I’ll completely destroy you today!”

 

 

 

It was said that there was an administrative official who finally released magical devices due to Ada’s malicious complaints.

 

 

 

That guy made me take off my clothes.

 

 

 

Anyway, he was a fucking asshole who even made me tremble in my sleep.

 

 

 

“This crazy bitch! Making money with my taxes!”

 

 

 

“If you threaten like this-“

 

 

 

“What can you do? Daring to live off the empire’s taxes!”

 

 

 

I kept apologizing repeatedly.

 

 

 

But then, about six months later.

 

 

 

It turned out that rumors were circulating that Ada was a terrorist.

 

 

 

“Ada got caught!”

 

 

 

“Wow, finally. Heaven is doing its job.”

 

 

 

“No, he’s in prison now! It seems he was caught while trying to cooperate with a terrorist group!”

 

 

 

The guy who caused trouble by conducting a thorough investigation of magical devices within the palace did the same thing in the Magic Tower.

 

 

 

“That bastard, he was obsessed with magical devices, right?”

 

 

 

“Yeah, he was.”

 

 

 

“He tried to smuggle magical devices from the Magic Tower to the Crimson Castle and got caught!”

 

 

 

“Indeed, he’s a walking disaster.”

 

 

 

“Later, it was revealed that he even killed people because of the magical devices. Isn’t it chilling?”

 

 

 

If he’s a terrorist, he might cause trouble in the Magic Tower again and torment me.

 

 

 

My life could be in danger.

 

 

 

I’ve been acting too arrogantly lately.

 

 

 

“I have to threaten him first, without any other choice.”

 

 

 

This is definitely not an old grudge.

 

 

 

I asked Claude.

 

 

 

“Hey, while I’m thinking about it, let’s catch one terrorist.”

 

 

 

[Uh, uh? Y-Yeah, do that. No, I’m busy, why can’t I refuse? Dammit! So, what should we do then?]

 

* * *

 

An hour later.

 

 

 

Inside the Room of Sincerity, where apprentice magicians in the Magic Tower were conducting auxiliary research.

 

 

 

The atmosphere in the room, usually noisy with frequent jokes, was immersed in silence today.

 

 

 

Well, that’s because all the apprentice magicians were looking at the newly arrived recruit, Ishael, with bewildered expressions.

 

 

 

Everyone had been looking forward to Ishael’s arrival.

 

 

 

They wanted to ask her about magical formulas.

 

 

 

They were impressed by the impressive alchemical formulas and theories she had created.

 

 

 

They were so curious about who she was.

 

 

 

But their inflated expectations took an odd turn.

 

 

 

Ishael greeted them curtly and then began doing strange things.

 

 

 

She placed a spell bottle on the floor.

 

 

 

Afterward, she started whispering in a strange language while looking at the spell bottle.

 

 

 

A spell bottle.

 

 

 

Normally, it was a bottle that wizards sealed after mixing herbs, magical devices, and gemstones in any random way.

 

 

 

There was a superstition that ingredients mixed inside the sealed bottle would produce magical effects on their own.

 

 

 

Most wizards didn’t use spell bottles and preferred to demonstrate magic directly.

 

 

 

But now, the newly arrived recruit was doing something strange with a spell bottle.

 

 

 

“What are you doing?”

 

 

 

Her eyes were vacant, even blurry!

 

 

 

One of the wizards approached her, showing discomfort.

 

 

 

Then, Ishael panicked and quickly put the spell bottle into her pocket.

 

 

 

“Oh, uh. No!”

 

 

 

“Why?”

 

 

 

“Just no, anyway! Don’t come near me!”

 

 

 

Everyone looked at each other with disbelief.

 

 

 

“No, I didn’t touch anything.”

 

 

 

Ishael, with the spell bottle still in her embrace, rushed out in a panic.

 

 

 

“I’m sorry! I just need a moment to regain consciousness!”

 

 

 

“Hey! I told you to clean! I’m a 1st Circle magician, seriously!”

 

 

 

“But why are you treating that spell bottle like a precious scroll?”

 

 

 

Magicians were a curious species.

 

 

 

Rumors about the spell bottle that eccentric newcomer Ishael wanted to keep secret.

 

 

 

With curiosity about her and the rumors spreading throughout the Magic Tower, it didn’t take long.

 

 

 

Finally, the rumors reached the ears of the examiner who tested Ishael.

 

 

 

A few hours later.

 

 

 

Among the magicians, Ishael trembled while holding the spell bottle close to her chest.

 

 

 

“I know you’re a genius in magical formulas.”

 

 

 

“Yes.”

 

 

 

“But you can’t come out like this! Are you disrespecting your seniors?”

 

 

 

“It’s not that I’m disrespecting… um…”

 

 

 

Ishael groaned, raising her eyebrow.

 

 

 

“Actually, this spell bottle is the source of my abilities. So I have to perform a prayer ritual with the spell bottle every morning.”

 

 

 

“What?”

 

 

 

“What are you talking about?”

 

 

 

Everyone widened their eyes at the mention of the source of her abilities and looked at Ishael.

 

 

 

She responded solemnly.

 

 

 

“Actually, it was thanks to this spell bottle that I saved the Duke.”

 

 

 

“What on earth are you saying?”

 

 

 

“Did you use dark magic to increase your abilities?”

 

 

 

Ishael jumped up.

 

 

 

“N-No! It’s not like that! It’s just… when I was an administrative official, I happened to come to the Magic Tower and found the spell bottle…”

 

 

 

She spoke in a very soft voice, as if she didn’t want anyone to overhear.

 

 

 

She happened to acquire the spell bottle in the Magic Tower.

 

 

 

If she had the bottle with her, a few hours later, the secrets of magical formulas would naturally be revealed.

 

 

 

Not only that, but did it also reveal “how to defuse bombs” or “the location of bombs”?

 

 

 

Of course, the spell bottle had its limitations.

 

 

 

It only worked occasionally when the person recognized as the owner performed the ritual.

 

 

 

She said she wanted another spell bottle but didn’t know how to get one.

 

 

 

Ishael’s statement stunned the magicians.

 

 

 

“Does that make sense?”

 

 

 

“A 1st Circle magician solving a magical formula and becoming the savior of the Duke, it makes sense, right?”

 

 

 

Everyone was dumbfounded by those words.

 

 

 

It made sense because it was true.

 

 

 

Ishael looked around, then hugged the spell bottle and bowed her head.

 

 

 

“Well then, I will take my leave.”

 

 

 

After Ishael finished her brief explanation of the magical formula and left, the remaining apprentice magicians began to debate.

 

 

 

“Can we trust what she said?”

 

 

 

“Well, there’s no smoke without fire, right?”

 

 

 

“She really solved the theory of magical formulas!”

 

 

 

“What kind of room did that spell bottle come from?”

 

 

 

Ada, who was watching Ishael leave, furrowed his brows.

 

 

 

“We can’t fully trust it.”

 

 

 

It could just be a coincidence.